Okay. Listen. It's not like she forgot he had left her yet again, but snuggled up with smooches, please, like she was going to ruin the moment with a petulant attitude. But, as her name so fits, curiosity and K(c)ats go hand in hand."Soooo, are you going to tell me which federal agents I need to eat so you do not leave again or no?"

"Are you sure it is mine you smell?" Okay, so she was hiding for the moment, because no way was Kat gonna be caught sniffing her(his) shirt. It didn't smell like blood; maybe she had bits of people in her hair. Who knew? Either way, she was propelling herself toward her Spaghetti Man and even if the words spewing forth didn't quite match the pleasant visage or bounce in her step, his Ghostie was was looking forward to wrapping herself around him like a spider monkey.

"If you disappear on me again, dearie, I will burn your shop down. By burn, I mean I will smoke every bit of your product. All.Of.It"

One shoulder lifted in a shrug. "Honestly, I think people assume the work is from Cassius' imagination. Most people live with blinders on, not realizing dogs might actually play poker. And smoke tobacco. Or other substances that are far more benign than tobacco." He smiled at that, showing little sharp canines.

While the man before him looks a bit glassy-eyed, that doesn't necessarily mean he's not a true connoisseur of art. Everett knows from experience, some of the highest individuals tend to be his best students. Crossing his arms and bouncing on the balls of his feet, he cracks a little smile, more than happy to recount the memories. "We did actually play. Cassius, the artist, wanted an authentic scene. A little too authentic for my tastes, as those two in the foreground were actually cheating. Gary and Mitch- cheating b-stards to the end." He chuckles at the thought. "There are actually 16 pieces in the series. I posed for all except for 'Higher Education'. I'm no good at football."

Looking at him plainly, he's quite adept at keeping his face impassive. One could say he has a poker face. Rolling his shoulders and clearing his throat in obvious discomfort, he glances from side to side. "I'm not used to being recognized. But..yes. I did pose for that work."

These were not things people normally saw of Katherine; it was different with Derek, which is probably what made them work. They were so uniquely different and enjoyed that about one another. Although, they were seriously going to need a chat about ghosts.

LaterMuch later.For now, she was spider-monkeying her man, practically climbing him like a tree. She missed him. Obviously.

"Better smell good. It is yours after all." Sure it was muffled, she was not unburying her face from him; however, no matter she was sure the double speak would come across just fine. If not, her weird giggling would see it done.

Darkening orbs held a lot of laughter as the blonde tugged on the shadows to envelope her; the man was impatient and honestly, who really needed clothing anyway.

She was impatient too.

That was probably why the Scot didn't bother holding in the laughter once her feet padded softly out of the shadows without her usual flair(for once) and lyrical words broke the unusual silence. "Boo."

Spaghetti ManYou have not said so lately, no.You can make that up to me later.Bedtime is a start.Steve and Bob are good names.We should start referring to everyone this way.You know where to find me.Your bed or my basement. Be safe!

Spahghetti ManI just had to tell someone about you.Beautiful, stamina for days, a God.Sounds like way more than enough for me.So, no not a pet.I just kind of want to see what happens when they are vampiric.Science!Oh. I... well, someplace with a nightlife because sun is bad.Or no nightlife and we spend months inside together.I think I have a gypsy soul, need to constantly move.Well, if I have a soul.

Spaghetti ManI mean a REAL hedgehog, Derek!I was watching Youtube.Again.Are you ever coming home?We should take a trip when you do.I might still miss you.Maybe that is why I want a hedgehog.I will name it Derek 2.0

Broseph
No, but some things are private.
Don't want to overload your overly fried brain with nonsense.
I wasn't lying when I said it was an appointment. Some specialists are far and few between, capiche?

Kat really didn't know if it was the excellent quality of weed or if her was really that perfect; high as hell, entertained by the chaos Derek was causing, and content with not ever moving from the spot she currently cozied up in.

He was perfect.The weed was perfect.This moment was perfect.

"He would be sorely disappointed in knowing it was my idea. He called me your girlfriend and said that you were mad because he left you here. Are we sure he does not want to be your girlfriend instead?"

"That is very unfortunate. Certainly makes you wonder if that is why he is not married." Eyes would lift from the screen of her phone where she currently was holding a text-a-thon with the poor, unfortunate soul they spoke of.

"I have heard he flies into these scary rages and does unspeakable things when provoked, it would probably be best if you did not tell him we have his cat. There is no telling what he would do. Or you should and we can burn one while we watch the chaos together."

"Why on earth would you want to meet people that way? You are way better than that." With her nose wrinkled, Katherine would scoot with the blankets towards the edge of the bed; she wasn't lying and if you've ever been tangled up in clothes as you sleep, you understand. And she wasn't a prude by no means, but considering the man meeting people over the phone was trying hard to not look, she would assume he might be.

It was a wonderful, blissful even; Kat was sleeping like the dead(haha) and for someone who rarely did so it said a lot about her present company and the potency of his stash. What she didn't realize was being jolted awake by screams was not so wonderful, in fact it had left her a bit discombobulated. As did her current state of... what the hell?

Best EverYou will make him sad.Tiberius abandoned him.He does not get him back.To be far, the chinchilla is a real arse.I will choose the stash. They can go back to the island.I am very tall, the shirt is a little short.But it will do.

Best EverAre you hitting on me?Is that how the saying goes?I am not quite up to par on these things.

Best EverHe is a chinchilla. His name is Chinkilla.They had a disagreement and I was in the middle of it.The wine only mostly went on me.Borrowed a shirt.It was closer than my clothes.The whole world is his litterbox.What is a litterbox?

Best EverHaha. Good one.You are hilarious.Pretty sure you are out of goods here.Fine, keep the left. I rarely sleep.No one has ever told me I drool.I might even snore.Pillow is good, but I had a small accident with a wine bottle, a cat, and Chinkilla.We are a packaged deal. Just saying.

Best EverWell, that does not seem so bad. I might be in another zone right now, but naked reality shows should be a thing.I bet they are way better than Kim K's crying face when high, even though that is sooo hilarious.Farming is good. Great. Keeps me supplied.I like you.But we may have to flip a coin for bed side rights.

I have no idea what those are but they seem interesting.I really do like television.Reality shows are best.Are those reality shows?A farm? Really? Can I see this farm?I promise I will not burn it down.Where are you anyway?Yes, moving in. It is far closer to the stash.

I never had siblings. Is it awful?I do not know what hot boxing is.Speaking of food, I have cookies.They appeared with some kind of naked movie.I will save you a cookie and the movie.The stash... I cannot make promises I will not keep.Taking over your cabin. Sorry, not sorry.

Hearing Derek's voice hollering from the kitchen was a normal occurence. Even when Wes hadn't seen him in two weeks.

Sticking his head out of his bedroom, he fixed a bemused stare on his brother. "Dude. I had like three boxes in there yesterday. Did you come over in the middle of the night and sleep-eat all my sh*t?"

Jocelyn offered a bright smile to the man. She liked to befriend people, and despite the questionable circumstances of their first meeting, this one appeared nice enough. Not one frown yet.

She extended her hand. "Nice to meet you, Derek Norse. How can you be sure you're the one and only in a world with billions of people? Oh, my name is Jocelyn." After a small hesitation, she offered the rest, "Jocelyn Fairchild."

The Colossus isn't one to imbibe in Gras, in fact the scent is far too strong in his nostrils. But he won't tell others how to live their life. Cool irides stare down at the man as a thick brow shoots upwards. Nice shoes? Sounded like an old pick up line his Liebste used once, long ago. "Danke.. but I am not interested. Geschmeichelt, but not interested."

Aww. You scared him.How are you on his side, you live IN me.We like a good underdog and basically anyone that's not you.Really, I am not liking this entire attacking me thing.

The blank stare that took over her unusually placid visage wasn't because of the odd man in front of her and his strange request; rather it was the kind of lost in her head sort. Shaking off that bit of irritation, Katherine's gaze softened, just a smidge, before her lilt speech tumbled out.

"I doona think that is what you were really going for. No one would ask that of a complete stranger."

Because no one could be that strange could they; unless they were her, but no one was like Kat. Except maybe that strange TibGidQuinnBob.

"Adara Doe. Or Addie, if you please." She had almost snorted; managed to hold it back by sheer will, but this man, she had a feeling she'd be doing a lot more than snorting as the days went on. Every little emotion was etched on his face, Addie didn't know if it was because she was a mom or if the man was just that endearing but it was adorable that he thought anything went over the blonde's head.

"Now is good, most of the cabins are empty so you do have your choice. Beware that we are just a stone's throw from another group of oddities, most of whom you will likely meet at the Den, as well." Adara wasn't sure if she should spill everything, but considering he was now one of her own, she figured that he did need to know about the staff of the Den. "Tabatha, keeps the bar and since she refuses to watch my husband's evil spawn, well, I suppose she's mine as well, but mostly his... that's where you'll find her. She can fix just about anything. And that leaves us with Raul, the cook. He's evil. He's a goblin. And he throws knives. Mostly at me. But his food is superb."

The blonde's lips pursed momentarily, trying to think of anything she might have left out, which, of course, led to the mental slap to her forehead. "Right, my husband, John... Big guy, kind of angry looking, usually has a Jack Daniels bottle in his hand or our two-year old or the Den's signature moonshine. He's usually all bark and no bite."

"Man, who I don't know." Addie was a bit shocked, people normally didn't walk up to her and chat away; so the curt, accent laced words that slipped out were not meant to be rude, they just... happened.

However, Adara had a keen sense about certain things and one of those things just happened to be when someone was jonesing for a substance. We won't go into how she knows, just that she does. She could have called him out and the blonde likely would have but, she really might have a use for someone like him. "Ever been hired on for security? We have this bar, inn, home... depends on who you ask, really. Extra security could help out. Plus, perks. Your own cabin. Fabulous food. Plenty of alcohol. A place for a garden. And of course, drunks to pat down."

A grin pulled across her heart-shaped face, rare dimples flashing; yes, she could use someone like this and so could the Den. "Whatcha say?"

Blinking rather owlishly, the lithe blonde took in the figure that obviously was hunting up some sort of recreational fun; clearly pretty hard up if he was approaching Katherine with her not at rest b-tch face. Her unsmiling face was what she liked to call a working b-tch face, because frankly, that's what it was. Because that sh-t normally worked. Unless it was someone jonesing for something not quite legal; apparently.

And what exactly is it you are looking for?

Never let it be said, despite who she is and what she has done, that she would kick a man while he was down.

"How did you know?! I just got here a few days ago," she smiled brightly before quieting to listen to the instructions. Since Jocelyn was pure as a brand new white handkerchief, she had no idea what she was in for.

Nodding to indicate her understanding, the non-smoking end went to her lips and she inhaled deeply... but didn't make it to three. She coughed. She hacked. Her eyes watered.

"This is not the real way to Heaven. I've never used this to get there," she huffed. Her distaste for the scent was obvious but curiosity overrode aversion and she accepted the offering. "What do I do with it?"

Now, Tiber's face looks so god damned ridiculous that he might not even believe it unless he saw himself in a mirror. Eyes widened though his nose was crinkles and his lips peeled back into an awful grimace. Was this guy for real? Is he drunk?

"Say please." Tiber waves the badge around, not quite content in being finished teasing the stranger. "Where will you be taking me, exactly? I don't see a police car. Or a horse." His lips press together in consideration, "Do cops still use horses?"

Tiber raises his brow, this strange man waving a badge at him from out of nowhere. He looks around- to the left and then to the right, before he points to himself and mouths 'Me?' Unbelievable. He'll never escape the weirdos, will he?

"You... Don't look much like a Detective, do you?" Without warning, and quite rudely, Tiber snatches the badge from the man's hand and suddenly; "What's your badge number, then?" Your move, buddy.